The Danger of Comments
Saying for the Day: A good comment is like a beautiful drawing. It delights the eyes.
It’s leave a comment Monday and with great fear and trepidation I have been leaving comments.
I am afraid because I am not good at writing comments.
First of all there is no spell checker . Since my spelling ability is about that of a second grader that scares me. ( I know its that bad because somebody on whose blog I left a comment said so)
If that wasn’t bad enough I never took typing and some of the letters on my keyboard have worn off. So some of my bad spelling is really bad typing.
To compound this I can’t proofread. I couldn’t spot a mistake if it was highlighted in red. That is until I push the comment button. Then all the mistakes jump out at me. Its like a filter comes off of my eyes and there in plain sight are all those mistakes. Ick!
Once this got me into trouble . I saw the spelling mistakes. I left a second comment that said a spelling checker would be helpful.
The guy thought I was referring to his blog and left me a comment that he uses a spelling checker. I was so mortified.
Sometimes the blog gets to my emotions. You should never leave a comment if your emotions are involved.
I read a blog where the entire family was shooting each other with BB guns. So I left a comment that this was stupid. But because of the emotion I didn’t word it well. The blog turned out to have been written by a thirteen year old boy and his mother thought I was calling his blog stupid. She called down the wrath of God on me.
If I had stopped to think I would have written : ” I do not think it is wise for people to shoot each other with BB guns”. That would have been clear.
Despite the fact that I spell poorly, type badly, and don’t say what I mean I am going to take the risk and keep leaving comments.
Because that’s the way you get people to leave comments back.
And I love comments.
Even if the comments call down the wrath of God.
8600 spins without a prize. Old Hapless only got two numbers right in the IWON.com lottery yesterday. He got two numbers out of seven. That's better than the day before when he only got one. Perhaps he's working up toward three or four. Of course he needs all seven to win. But he keeps trying. Why ? Why ? Why ?
Well Uncle Wiggly lovers if old Hapless doesn't find those seven special numbers causing him to take his grandkids to Disneyland and thus quit blogging. We will be back tomorrow with "As the World Spins".
Well my grandkids have gone home and left us with 17 colored hard boiled eggs ( I hate hard boiled eggs). I guess that's what I have to snack on for the week. Spent most of the day working on trestles. I finished the first one and varnished it. Then started on the second one which is now half done. Betty spent the day trying to get the house back into shape after the grandkids. Well I need a breathing treatment.